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Them's Dangerous Kids

(DoN'T pRojECt YoUr PerSOnAl ExPEriEnCeS oN FicTIoNaL cHraCTerS!!! BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Either way, based on personal experience, mwah! TW for low-key racism I guess)

Cyrus Anders

I laughed and snorted but suddenly felt a rush of embarrassment. So, I slapped my hand over my face to cover up both my loudness and my blush. I was walking down a wet sidewalk with my girlfriend, Brynleigh, and my friend, Casey. I looked back at the hotel for a split second, and that was all it took for me to trip over my shoelace and cause even more laughter from the other two, and even more blushing from me.

We were all on a trip to see some colleges around the state. It was through a school program for kids who do ‘exceptionally well and exceed expectations’.

We all ascended onto the charter bus; filled to the brim with the chatter of forty other kids. Casey started leading us to the seats we wanted, close to the front, but Brynleigh stopped me by tightening her hand on mine.

I looked over and saw that the bus driver had ensnared her arm in his grasp at the elbow. Steve, that’s what his nametag said, looked down at our interlocked fingers in disgust. Then, he looked up to meet Brynleigh’s eyes, and a not-so-bright smile filled up his face. It was more polite than anything else.

He looked at her warmly and said, “Young lady, you ‘oughta be more careful of the company you keep. Steer clear of them Hispanics. Them’s dangerous kids.” And I understood the pointed look he had given to our hands then.

Argentino y dominicano y moreno era todo de mí, and Steve could tell. Casey wasn’t even Hispanic. I guess the brown skin was enough for her to look the part in his eyes, though.

Casey’s nostrils flared in anger, and I could tell she was about to say something that would get her in trouble. Brynleigh pulled her elbow back sharply from his grip before she could. She glared down at Steve and all but spat out, “I’ll decide for myself who’s dangerous company.”

I wasn’t sure who pulled me towards the back of the bus. My thoughts were rampaging too much, but that was where we ended up sitting. I looked up a couple of minutes later to see some other kids sitting in the seats that we had originally wanted. Some gringos, I think, not that it mattered very much either way.

(Spanish Translations: Argentino y dominicano y moreno era todo de mí = Argentinian and Dominican and black was all of me.

Gringo = basically just a non-hispanic person, in simplest terms.

So yeahhhh....I hate people sometimes lol.

It was a bit different when it happened for me, this just made most sense for the characters.

Some of the differences were that this got said to me, my friend (also Hispanic), and a TEACHER. Yay! Totally not embaressing! Funny thing is that the teacher was also a Latina, she just doesn't really look like it too much. A lot of people assume she's black, but she's Puerto Rican. She did report him to the bus company though. So, that's good, I guess. But also like the bus driver was black too. Dammit, you're supposed to understand this shit dude.

Sorry, imma rant here for a second, though. I mean, REALLY?! I have always been top of almost all of my classes since I started schooling, also almost always in advanced classes too. I speak multiple languages (not just English and Spanish, other ones too. Like Itilian, a bit of Russian, or you know fucking LATIN.). I play three fucking classical instruments, I would say four but I actually suck ass at the piano, alongside two types of guitar. I've studied music across multiple genres since I was FOUR and compose my own music to sell for fucks sake. I preform at music festivals. I started taking college classes when I was fourteen. I've done mathematics and advanced science competitions for FUN since I was eleven and have placed at most of them. I have never once been in a fight because I would've rathered take a beating than have that shit on my record. I have been a part of multiple anti-violence initiatives. I worked at my local library and I've still got a lot more time to do impressive shit. I have worked so hard my entire life to be someone that is impressive and good and what people wanna see and yet I'm the fucking dangerous one?! And my friend has her own pretty extensive achievements list with her own interests. And she's dangerous?! REALLY?!

Sorry about that, this shit just makes me so fucking livid.

While we're on the topic, other honorable mentions of this type of shit. My science teachers saying that all latin-americans do is make drugs while staring me directly in the eye in front of the entire fucking class of white kids (no offense). My sister's fiance saying that he was glad that he wasn't Mexican because he would "have some real problems" if their kids were gonna be fully Mexican someday. So, he was glad that they were "at least gonna be mixed". THE FUCK?! Those kids in my Spanish class that make deportation jokes about me to my fucking face and then have the audacity to ask me for homework help cause they don't pay attention to jackshit in class. And I swear, if I get called 'exotic' or 'foreign' or anything else like that I will be throwing hands and ripping out someones's hair. Jk, won't do that. It'll only be in my head.

I just dropped way too many f-bombs...I'm so sorry if you had to read that. I might also write some stories for those though. If I'm still feeling fired up later.

Geez, I think this author's note is longer than the story itself, lol.

Either way...

Hope you enjoyed! Bye!)